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  • The Perfect Stone

    The Perfect Stone

    The Perfect Stone (Picks up where Light the Wreath left off) Seeking the perfect one, Ran touched the stones. “Make them glow,” he said; Sarn touched them; they lit, ’til he moved his hand away. “Pick one stone.” Ran piled the stones up and smiled for his bit. A voice cried out, “make a way for the Lord.” Again he cried, “make straight a… Read more

  • December’s Rise

    December’s Rise

    December’s Rise November gives thanks to all who precede. After the feast, it gracefully exits. Autumn’s color fallen away indeed. A landscape blanketed in leaves permits December’s rise. It sweeps onto the stage alight with seasons greetings, warm regards, and Advent wreaths. ‘Fore the year turns the page, dream of a white Christmas and write your cards; send them… Read more

  • Mistaken

    Mistaken

    Mistaken A woman passed, caught Ran’s glance, made him start– for there walked his missing mama. Holding tight to his stuffed bear’s arm, he hurried, heart yearning for her touch. His small form’s threading through the market; the crowd’s blocking his sight. The market sprawls in a mile wide cavern. His mama could be anywhere. Dim… Read more

  • Future’s Fire: Sheltamarae, the Dragon

    Future’s Fire: Sheltamarae, the Dragon

    Future’s Fire: Sheltamarae At the top of the world he bides, seer, fire-breather, smoke-weaver, Sheltamarae he’s called. Through fire he watches near and far, future events and present day. Greater than he is the Lord who made all, who put the future in his claws. Empires rise and fall as he watches. Future’s thrall, his… Read more

  • The Luckiest People Eat Humble Pie

    The Luckiest People Eat Humble Pie

    The Luckiest People Eat Humble Pie The first person I encountered today wasn’t supposed to be dragon, glaring mom’s disapproval down at me, no way! Her red claws caged me where I stood staring, holding the last piece of sweet pumpkin pie. Her magic engulfed me and my skin itched. “Mom this is child abuse!” I… Read more

  • Chandelier’s Swing

    Chandelier’s Swing He wanted to throw off his disguise, swing from the chandelier over the crowd, drop down on the dais sword drawn, one swing away from decapitation, one drop of a headless corpse to the ground and his comrades, the Guardians, avenged. He gripped the cane that supported him and bandages pulled against wounds unavenged.… Read more

  • The Wanderer

    The Wanderer He kept the balance ‘tween good and evil, natural and corrupted, man and beast. The One Continent is his cathedral. Its upkeep, the last Balancer bequeathed. Across Mori Kana’s rust sands to drive demons out of  Morfane’s fabled onion- domed spires. He climbs to higher ground to deprive those demons access. He smote in canyons deep their… Read more

  • Decide: Dread, Fury or the Guilt that Haunts

    Decide: Dread, Fury or the Guilt that Haunts

    Decide Five years ago… Blood dripped into his eyes, blinding him; pain hammered his body. Bones poked through his skin. One arm and one leg bent the wrong way. Pain throbbed in his head, darkening within ’till without faded, awareness dwindled down to a woman’s voice. “You must decide to live or die.” She squeezed his… Read more

  • Self Portrait?

    Self Portrait?

    Self Portrait Who are we but collections of our ‘selves’? Puzzles pieced together by memory. Experiences housed in skin bags. Halves seeking wholeness, but e’er in assembly. Captured in pixels or film, photoshopped; filters applied; curves adjusted; brightness added or reduced; shadows dodged or ‘shopped. Not happy with the resulting likeness. Make it black and white–desaturate life.… Read more

  • Contrivance – One Word Photo Challenge

    Contrivance In chrome it gleams; at the bottom of pots, it waits. In my fridge it chills, though it still beckons. More insistent than dark chocolate, it baits me with visions of green valleys; dead-on in my sights, an Enchanted Forest spreads. Dragons ride the thermals and cats foretell, offering beach blanket fliers not bread, but… Read more